Mohist Pavilion's Thunder Forges Armor and Weapons, Sky-Soaring Giant Wolves Tread the Clouds

Wu'an City, Mohist Pavilion Test-Firing Range.

This area had now become the Mohist Pavilion's most secret forbidden ground.

High walls of reinforced concrete surrounded it, Repeating Crossbows mounted along the tops, while the Blood-Clad Army patrolled outside.

The grounds were paved with bluestone. At the far end stood a row of human-shaped wooden targets, their bullseyes circled in red paint.

Farther away, a massive blue-green boulder over a zhang tall crouched in the morning mist like a tiger lying in wait. It was today's large test target.

Zhao Cheng stood atop the observation platform, his black cloak snapping in the wind.

Behind him stood Wei Liao and Duan Yu, followed by several core disciples of the Mohist Pavilion.

Qin Guli emerged from behind a barricade, carrying a short, thick iron tube on his shoulder.

The iron tube was longer and thicker than a handheld cannon, black from end to end.

Beneath it was a folding iron grip, with an enlarged rotating locking mechanism beside it.

Most eye-catching was the curved iron shield welded to the middle of the tube, clearly meant to block the backblast and fragments.

"My lord,"

Qin Guli's voice was tight, yet unable to conceal his excitement. "This was enlarged from the locking principle of the handheld cannon. It is fired from the shoulder, loaded with explosive shells, with the fuse mounted at the front. Within eighty paces, it can shatter solid stone."

Zhao Cheng gave a slight nod. "Test it."

Qin Guli dropped to one knee, braced the iron tube against his right shoulder, supported the grip beneath it with his left arm, and pressed his right eye to the simple notch rear sight at the back of the tube.

A Mohist Official beside him handed over a thick fixed round.

Its casing was brass, its